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During my unemployed summer (beginning early may, ending mid june) I began to write a novel, The Dialogues of Blythe Walker. The girl is not real, yet I placed her in my life where the "second" part of my internal dialogue would be. She lived through me, and my pen. Sixteen dialogues later I became meaningfully employed and, as I am a poet not a novelist, became to tired to continue my project. It is currently on hold at 50 pages, 16 'Chapters'.
Yesterday while waiting for a friend I was drawn into a used bookstore. I went straight to the philosophy section, so I could watch the road for when she walked by. There was a girl, about my age, already there. I looked at her and thought: "It is Blythe!" She looked exactly how I imagined her, and she was in the section whom my character would have been in. I said nothing, as I had to watch for Kyla out the window.
Yet I met her, we said hello, held eye contact, and browsed around eachother. Blythe, though I doubt that is her name. I left knowing I would see her again, and I will. Life works in magical ways.
Dialogue One: Whisper_in_the_Night
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